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his lip; I never did see a cut. “I thought I'd finally impressed upon Jer that Thomas didn't actually show us who the murderer was so nobody would be dying for that crime today. It seems I jumped the gun on that assumption.”
“He tried to point her out,” Jer spat. “He could barely lift his hand. He was looking at her before he died.”
“Actually, Jer, he was looking at you before he died,” I explained with my most condescending tone. “He looked at me after he was already dead. I hardly think that counts, unless you'd like to take the blame. I'm sure Scarlet would be more than happy to carry out your punishment.”
“Never gonna happen, Bitch.”
“Aw, she'll be disappointed.”
You have no idea...
“You two make my head hurt,” Sean said, pinching the bridge of his nose. The action made him look far older than he appeared. “What was with the possum routine, Ruby? You looked like you were about to make a break for it and then you dropped like a sack of potatoes.”
I rolled my eyes. That was not the venue I had hoped for to spill the details about my little relationship with the mind-hacker.
"Why are you making that face?" he asked, his tone increasingly serious. "I know that face—nothing good ever comes of it."
“Can we go somewhere a bit more private?" I asked nervously. "There's been something I've been avoiding telling you. Looks like I can't avoid it any longer..."
"Just say it," he rumbled, his irritation poking through.
"I really don't think that's a good—"
"Say it!" he snarled, suddenly breathing down my face. He moved so quickly I didn't even see it—it scared the crap out of me.
"The murderer in Portsmouth has been hacking into my mind somehow and showing me his murders as he carries them out," I blurted out without stopping, "and he's never going to stop until he gets what he wants, but I have no idea what it is."
His look was murderous.
" Why is this the first I'm hearing about this?" His voice was low and menacing, and I broke out into a cold sweat instantly. Having his band of merry men surrounding me wasn't helping things.
"Because this is the reaction I expected and desperately wanted to avoid," I whispered, shrinking away from him minutely.
"Who is he?"
"I don't know."
" Describe him to me."
I looked around to see that I had the undivided attention of every PC member around me. It did nothing for my confidence or my desire to start spilling the details on my macabre relationship with the psycho in my head. It was even more strange and off-putting given the dead body that was still cooling in a pool of blood on the lawn. Luckily, we were far enough outside the city that the lots provided a substantial divide between neighbors.
“Ordinary,” I said softly. It was the first thing that popped into my mind. “Plain brown hair, dull brown eyes, average height, average weight, average looking. I don't think there's anything overly memorable about him at all. But he scares the shit out of me, Sean. He's crazy .”
"And what does this crazy man want?" he asked, still hovering dangerously close to me. My body hummed with my fear, his anger, and that bizarre energy that was ever-present when we were too near to one another.
“Revenge...or at least that's what he said in my first vision,” I explained. "Tonight he said something about needing to choose a side and people not being what they appear. I have no clue what he meant, but those words were meant specifically for me.”
"So you were having a vision when you fell to the ground?"
"Yes."
"Is that how this always happens?"
"Yes...he just takes over, no matter what I'm doing at the time. There's only a split second when I know it's about to hit because it feels like my head is being torn in half."
"What did you see?" he asked, his jaw tightening.
“I saw you and Jer fighting and me lying on the ground with everyone closed in around us,” I said, watching helplessly as the brothers slowly closed in more
“He tried to point her out,” Jer spat. “He could barely lift his hand. He was looking at her before he died.”
“Actually, Jer, he was looking at you before he died,” I explained with my most condescending tone. “He looked at me after he was already dead. I hardly think that counts, unless you'd like to take the blame. I'm sure Scarlet would be more than happy to carry out your punishment.”
“Never gonna happen, Bitch.”
“Aw, she'll be disappointed.”
You have no idea...
“You two make my head hurt,” Sean said, pinching the bridge of his nose. The action made him look far older than he appeared. “What was with the possum routine, Ruby? You looked like you were about to make a break for it and then you dropped like a sack of potatoes.”
I rolled my eyes. That was not the venue I had hoped for to spill the details about my little relationship with the mind-hacker.
"Why are you making that face?" he asked, his tone increasingly serious. "I know that face—nothing good ever comes of it."
“Can we go somewhere a bit more private?" I asked nervously. "There's been something I've been avoiding telling you. Looks like I can't avoid it any longer..."
"Just say it," he rumbled, his irritation poking through.
"I really don't think that's a good—"
"Say it!" he snarled, suddenly breathing down my face. He moved so quickly I didn't even see it—it scared the crap out of me.
"The murderer in Portsmouth has been hacking into my mind somehow and showing me his murders as he carries them out," I blurted out without stopping, "and he's never going to stop until he gets what he wants, but I have no idea what it is."
His look was murderous.
" Why is this the first I'm hearing about this?" His voice was low and menacing, and I broke out into a cold sweat instantly. Having his band of merry men surrounding me wasn't helping things.
"Because this is the reaction I expected and desperately wanted to avoid," I whispered, shrinking away from him minutely.
"Who is he?"
"I don't know."
" Describe him to me."
I looked around to see that I had the undivided attention of every PC member around me. It did nothing for my confidence or my desire to start spilling the details on my macabre relationship with the psycho in my head. It was even more strange and off-putting given the dead body that was still cooling in a pool of blood on the lawn. Luckily, we were far enough outside the city that the lots provided a substantial divide between neighbors.
“Ordinary,” I said softly. It was the first thing that popped into my mind. “Plain brown hair, dull brown eyes, average height, average weight, average looking. I don't think there's anything overly memorable about him at all. But he scares the shit out of me, Sean. He's crazy .”
"And what does this crazy man want?" he asked, still hovering dangerously close to me. My body hummed with my fear, his anger, and that bizarre energy that was ever-present when we were too near to one another.
“Revenge...or at least that's what he said in my first vision,” I explained. "Tonight he said something about needing to choose a side and people not being what they appear. I have no clue what he meant, but those words were meant specifically for me.”
"So you were having a vision when you fell to the ground?"
"Yes."
"Is that how this always happens?"
"Yes...he just takes over, no matter what I'm doing at the time. There's only a split second when I know it's about to hit because it feels like my head is being torn in half."
"What did you see?" he asked, his jaw tightening.
“I saw you and Jer fighting and me lying on the ground with everyone closed in around us,” I said, watching helplessly as the brothers slowly closed in more
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